Arlene Corwin lives in Sweden. She plays piano and sings, and performs locally. She was married to jazz pianist Bob Corwin. They met years ago when she was singing professionally in New York. I've posted on Bob in the past here. And I've posted on Arlene here. When she isn't entertaining In Sweden, Arlene writes poetry. Last week, she sent along a nifty poem she wrote about JazzWax's 11th anniversary earlier this month. It touched my heart. Thought I'd share...
JazzWax Through Song & Sax
Excellent in informing us,
Calling to us, telling us,
Myers inspires
And delights.
We, of climes and times,
Of crooked trumpets,
Flat-ed ninths, the plinths
On which we stand
To understand;
Eleven years,
Woven, carved
From records past,
Those forgotten, those that lasted.
Mr Myers,
You ‘clever dick’, idea-quick,
With urbane yet accessible
Analyses hypnotic.
Culling from the best,
Yet covering, embracing all the minor rest.
This cool, devoted reader
Wishes you the daily leader
In each paper are part of.
Happy year number eleven!
May you liven up the jazz world
Driven by your gifted eyes, hands, ears,
For many, many, MANY years!
